I once had a friend named Ted, who for years called me Johnathan and for years I answered to "Johnathan".
It was the joy in his voice, the unmasked tenderness between friends that kept me silent.
I think now of how names inscribe into surfaces meanings that abstract their underlying visual language.
Even bare skin can carry a message, no?
I wish I could in my own voice call out to reclaim that time.
This generative print is dedicated to the power of names and my friend Ted, an engineer through and through.